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»Why the hell have you made this ghastly bullet?

 

It either lethally wounded you; brutally divesting you of even the most infinitesimal bit of your celestially burgeoning happiness,

Or it either venomously blinded you for the remainder of your life; as it mercilessly zipped past the whites of your symbiotically effulgent eyes,

Or it either indefinitely fractured your bones; dolorously rendering you to beg on one foot; till the time breath was still ardent in each heavenly nostril of yours,

Or it either indiscriminately slandered you; leaving you without the most inconspicuous trifle of water and food; right in the heart of the truculently acrimonious deserts,

Or it either baselessly tortured you to the most unprecedented limits; as at times the coffins of agony in every ingredient of your blood; seemed more Herculean than the corridors of infinite infinity,

Or it either indelibly cursed you; wherein you found that every step that you unflinchingly alighted; led only to the graveyards of death; death and inconsolably hedonistic bloodshed,

Or it either penalizingly divided you into a boundless halves; separating you forever and ever and ever from the ones you most eternally adored; embraced and loved,

Or it either unforgivably slapped you; leaving such a tawdrily cancerous indentation upon the fabric of your impeccable life; which was impossible to ever erase,

Or it either stained even the most mercurial line of your destiny with treacherous blood; the stains of which cold-bloodedly asphyxiated you for an unlimited more lifetimes,

Or it either created parasitic boundaries and differences with your neighboring symbiotic caste; creed; nationalities and tribe; lambasting every conceivable cranny of your brain with the wrath of inexplicably frustrating prejudice,

Or it either unsparingly bludgeoned you into the corpses of bizarrely forlorn extinction; before even you ever had the time to utter your wistfully fervent breath,

Or it either treated you as if you were the greatest criminal on planet divine; when infact you’d spent every unfurling instant of your life profoundly dedicated to the service of ubiquitously ever-pervading living-kind,

Or it either tirelessly victimized you beyond tangible degrees of comprehension; fomenting even the most oblivious nerve of yours to tremble in uncontrollable abhorrence and satanic malice,

Or it either vanquished the Sun of unfettered optimism forever and ever and ever from your gloriously priceless lifetime; leaving you sacrilegiously drenched into solely a mortuary of baselessly crippling darkness,

Or it either ominously jinxed you for every unleashing second of your life; wherein whatever you dared caress; bawdily metamorphosed into the most disparagingly delinquent coal-mine,

Or it either tyrannically distorted the contours of your pristinely inimitable face; rendering you as the most penuriously ugly organism on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe,

Or it either vindictively stopped the influx of prosperity in your life; replacing even the tiniest bit of happiness; with traumatically augmenting sorrow and devastatingly devouring war,

Or it either made you as uxoriously hollow as the lifeless corpse even as you breathed; after witnessing countless of your own innocent kin and kind; unstoppably bleeding to the last breath of their life,

Or it either incessantly perpetuated you to lick lackadaisically ribald mud; as your jaws got unfortunately trapped into the sadistically cannibalistic enemy camp,

Or it either hung your head in shame every time you took birth; infront of all those whom you had meaninglessly assassinated in a trice of a second; without any ostensible reason or rhyme and only on the pretext of war,

Or it either snatched your beloved from so perpetually far away from you; that even the most preposterously wildest of your dreams couldn’t ever imagine of ever reaching her,




Then why the hell have you made this ghastly “Bullet” O! Impoverished Man; releasing it in countless numbers every unveiling instant of Omnipotent life; when all that was required was just one true beat of Immortal love earnestly wafting from your heart; enough to transform this boundless Universe into a veritable paradise; enough to enshroud even the most evanescent bit of misery into an unconquerably blissful entrenchment of the Creator Divine…

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved
 
»Why was I alive?

 

Why were you smiling spuriously; when actually you
were completely shattered from inside?

Why were the trees blissfully casting their shadows;
when actually they felt that they would wither away?

Why was the sun shining; when actually it felt that it
would submerge into a pool of darkness?

Why was the rose blossoming handsomely towards the
sky; when actually every droplet of its juice was
being savagely sucked by the parasite?

Why were the birds chirping melodiously; when actually
their nests were completely destroyed?

Why were the waves simmering placidly; when actually
they were soon to be enveloped by a tumultuous storm?
Why was it raining; when actually the clouds had faded
decades ago?

Why were the fish swimming gleefully; when actually
they knew that they were going to be devoured by a
hostile shark the very next moment?

Why were the eyes radiant; when they were actually
going to be besieged by wholesome blindness within a
few seconds?

Why was the car traversing like a prince; when
actually it was going to plummet into the steep
valley; as soon as it reached the bridge?

Why were the fires blazing vivaciously towards the
sky; when actually they were going to blend with loose
mud; as soon as the rain came down?
Why was the businessman busy in millions of dollars
worth of business deals; when actually he had lost
completely in matters of the heart?

Why was the rainbow shimmering bombastically in the
cosmos; when it actually was going to fade away into
thin wisps of oblivion; as soon as the clouds gathered
in?

Why were the buildings standing fortified; tall; and
domineering; when actually they were going to be
reduced to inconspicuous rubble; with meager strokes
of the devastating earthquake?

Why was the mosquito greedily sucking blood; when
actually it was going to get perennial rest in the
lizards stomach very soon?

Why was the ghost wandering in the dilapidated
mansion; when he actually knew that he had left for
his heavenly abode centuries ago?

Why did a human being consider himself God at times;
when he actually couldn't even guess; as to what was
happening just a few centimeters behind his back?

Why was the old lady shouting exuberantly at the top
of her lungs; when she was actually going to
relinquish breath any second; due to diminishing old
age?

And why was I living; showing the world my stoical
demeanor; working like a machine as If I wasn't the
least affected; when in fact I actually knew that I
had died long ago; and what people saw outside; was
just a skeleton of mine; without mind; body and
spirit?

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Will I love you ever do?

 

Will a spuriously ludicrous armory of cadaverously
artificial teeth ever do; instead of the perpetually
real and resplendently philanthropic smile?

Will a listless godown of debasingly artificial twigs
ever do; instead of the beautifully real and
enigmatically exhilarating forest ?

Will a monotonously tyrannical lexicon of boundlessly
artificial words ever do; instead of the timelessly
real and fantastically ebullient poetry?

Will an obnoxiously robotic geyser of listlessly
artificial water ever do; instead of the wonderfully
real and ingratiatingly charismatic waterfall? :

Will the lugubriously deadened stacks of ridiculously
artificial wool ever do; instead of the enchantingly
real and compassionate amiable sheep?

Will the disdainfully mechanical arms of the
emotionlessly artificial clock ever do; instead of the
majestically real unfurling of the mesmerizing day and
inscrutably tantalizing night?

Will the dolorously invidious air of the bombastically
artificial air-conditioner ever do; instead of the
blissfully real and poignantly swirling storm?

Will the monstrously demonic and flamboyantly
artificial aircraft ever do; instead of the invincibly
real and brilliantly unassailable apogee of the
indomitable mountains?

Will the manipulatively chiseled and erroneously
artificial idol ever do; instead of the Omnipotently
real and everlastingly unconquerable Creator divine?

Will the lackadaisically whimpering and hedonistically
artificial currency coin ever do; instead of the
timelessly real and invincibly priceless spirit of
Omnipresent truth?

Will the snobbishly flickering and dastardly
artificial bulb ever do; instead of the indomitably
real and fathomlessly ubiquitous rays of the Godly Sun
?

Will the commercially decrepit and sleazily artificial
feature film ever do; instead of the regally real and
fragrantly bountiful anecdotes of mystically
unleashing life?

Will an unscrupulously unsavory and pugnaciously
artificial pandemonium of robotic lines ever do;
instead of the effulgently real and spell bindingly
eclectic artist’s sketch?

Will the unceremoniously programmed and imperturbably
artificial armor ever do; instead of the unflinchingly
real and altruistically immortal soldier?

Will vindictively colored and bawdily artificial
ice-cream ever do; instead of the handsomely real and
ebulliently glistening avalanches of frosty ice?

Will parsimoniously mundane and egregiously artificial
edifices ever do; instead of the ecstatically real and
vividly mysterious interiors of the voluptuously
titillating caves?

Will the brutally fudged and repugnantly artificial
discotheque music ever do; instead of the insuperably
real and irrefutably marvelous voice of the eternal
conscience,

Will the murderously choked and penuriously artificial
oxygen cylinder ever do; instead of the sensuously
real fabric of Omnisciently quintessential breath?

And will the infinitesimally ethereal and transiently
artificial words “ I Love you ” ever do; instead of
the celestially real and universally bonding beats of
the fearlessly divine heart?


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Will never lose

 

The Sun might slowly and slowly lose all its
ferociously blazing rays; remorsefully withering
behind the languid horizons; for times immemorial,

The stars might slowly and slowly lose all their
scintillating shimmer; eventually appearing as
nonchalantly lackadaisical stones in the firmament of
fathomlessly barren sky,

The oceans might slowly and slowly lose all their
ravishingly tangy salt; sullenly metamorphosing into
boundless kilometers of corrugated dry rubble and
worthlessly invidious sand,

The deserts might slowly and slowly lose all their
regally fascinating majesty; disdainfully transforming
into obsolete mirages of derogatorily dilapidated
despondence,

The mountains might slowly and slowly lose all their
unconquerably shimmering peaks; being transited into
capriciously fugitive dust; as ghastly earthquakes
tumultuously plundered them,

The roses might slowly and slowly lose all their
enchantingly enamoring redolence; limply shedding all
their bountifully burgeoning petals into a livid heap;
for the wastrel parasites to devour,

The forests might slowly and slowly lose all their
enigmatically jubilant trees; ludicrously shriveling
into a cadaverously macabre heap; as the onslaught of
inclement drought austerely tightened its pugnacious
grip,

The Moon might slowly and slowly lose all its
resplendently milky shimmer; eventually succumbing
like a diminutive mosquito; to the thunderously
diabolical conglomerate of obnoxiously grey clouds,

The soldier might slowly and slowly lose all his
irrefutably dazzling integrity; uxoriously yielding
the secrets of his motherland; in order to save his
skin from hedonistically indescribable torture,

The nightingale might slowly and slowly lose all its
astoundingly mellifluous charisma; pathetically
plummeting into an eternal slumber out of sheer
tiredness; even as the atmosphere outside died a
billion times every minute; without its golden voice,

The mirror might slowly and slowly lose all its
unequivocally righteous sparkle; shattering into an
infinite pieces of grotesquely cacophonic distortion;
at the slightest cry of the satanically rampaging
devil,

The fortress might slowly and slowly lose all its
invincibly Herculean strength; obnoxiously crumbling
like a pack of frigidly lugubrious cards; as its
foundations inexplicably gave away,

The sky might slowly and slowly lose all its
beautifully iridescent effulgence; being horrifically
adulterated by monotonously venomous spacecrafts and
indiscriminately pulverizing missiles,

The bones might slowly and slowly lose all their
unflinchingly altruistic tenacity; eventually falling
a lame prey to the vagaries of the maliciously
parasitic and ruthlessly conventional society,

The clocks might slowly and slowly lose all their
meticulously fantastic essence of time; as the
electric pace of maligned viciousness in the colossal
planet today; insatiably overshadowed them with their
bane,

The clouds might slowly and slowly lose all their
voluptuously tantalizing moisture; dreadfully
vanishing into the corpses of insipidly fretful
meaninglessness; as the blanket of panoramically
fructifying green disappeared from the trajectory of
this fathomless Universe,

The conscience might slowly and slowly lose all its
magnificently aristocratic armor of spell binding
truth; to inevitably survive amidst the pack of
vengefully marauding and manipulatively decrepit
wolves,

The nostril might slowly and slowly lose all its
vivaciously exuberant breath; with the graveyards of
truculently penalizing death perniciously creeping in
from every conceivable side,

But come what may; the doors of my passionately
fulminating heart will always be open for you; and
even if I had to take an infinite births yet again; I
will never lose even an evanescent iota of my
patience; I will forever wait for you; you and till
the time you make me your breath; forever make me only
you….






(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Will you still accept me as your husband? ? ?

 

Does only going to the corporate office from an exact 9 in the morning to 9 in the bewitching night; prove that a man is indeed an infallibly true husband to his jubilantly vivacious wife?

Does only possessing a perfectly sculptured masculine and virile body; prove that a man is indeed an unconquerably blessed husband to his euphorically tantalizing wife?

Does only earning infinite bundles of quintessential currency note every month; prove that a man is indeed an inimitably worthy husband to his pristinely effulgent wife?

Does only attending the world’s premium cocktail parties and conferences; prove that a man is indeed a pricelessly undefeatable husband to his wondrously enthralling wife?

Does only draping each conceivable pore of the skin with the most opulent fabric; pearls; and ties available in the world; prove that a man is indeed a stupendously enamoring husband to his beautifully effervescent wife?

Does only attracting gargantuan hordes of crowds towards with the mere essence of a celebrity personality; prove that a man is indeed a deservedly smart husband to his insuperably redolent wife?

Does only unceasingly perpetuating the atmosphere with the scent of majestic cigar smoke and kingly wine; prove that a man is indeed a effulgently princely husband to his poignantly intricate wife?

Does only having an inimitably infallible signature proudly embossed on every existing check; prove that a man is indeed a regally eclectic husband to his triumphantly gyrating wife?
Does only conversing at an unbelievably adroit nineteen to the dozen in the most enviably impregnable British accent; prove that a man is indeed an amazingly fulfilling husband to his unimpeachably contemporary wife?

Does only exuding into a billion globules of perseveringly golden sweat every day; prove that a man is indeed an earnestly hard working husband to his piquantly boisterous wife?

Does only possessing supernaturally miraculous qualities of being able to fly bare-chested in freezing air; prove that a man is indeed a truly devoted husband to his eternally replenishing wife?

Does only possessing an unparalleled sense of humor wherein even the most deliriously suicidal metamorphosed into smiling saints; prove that a man is indeed a proficiently versatile husband to his robustly exhilarating wife?

Does only having a magically unwavering baritone that spell bound millions in minute seconds; prove that a man is indeed a bountifully ardent husband to his unfathomably sensuous wife?

Does only writing countless lines of “Nobel Prize Winning” literature on Immortal Love; prove that a man is indeed an uniquely pioneering husband to his unconventionally Samaritan wife?

Does only endlessly winning over every territory of the boundless earth; prove that a man is indeed a fervently unassailable husband to his magnetically enthralling wife?

Does only being inundated with infinite hair and glistening muscle on the chest; prove that a man is indeed an astonishingly audacious husband to his gregariously pretty wife?

Does only being an unequivocally svelte emperor on the world stage of unprecedented power; prove that a man is indeed a wondrously iridescent husband to his gorgeously supple wife?

Does only indefatigably gallivanting in the most scintillating of “Rolls Royce” and “Mercedes”; prove that a man is indeed an unmatched dream husband to his unfathomably vanity wife?

Does only astoundingly sketching the persona of any organism on the unceasing Universe merely by fantasizing about the same; prove that a man is indeed a jubilantly embracing husband to his charmingly benign wife?

And if didn’t posses even a single quality amongst the several spell bindingly enriching ones as listed above; although each beat of my immortally throbbing heart loves you like noone else could on this tirelessly proliferating planet; will you still accept me as your husband; O! darling wife? ? ?

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Wings of love

 

I wanted to fly high in the blue sky on the wings of love;
Traversing through balls of white cotton clouds; listening to the mellifluous chirping of birds,
Having a silent peep at the blazing Sun; admiring its enchanting and radiant shine,
Bathing in the unrelenting rain pelting down; trying to catch the tiny droplets in my palms,
Watching atrocious airplanes whizzing past me at electric speeds; invading the serenity of the atmosphere,
Confronting chilly draughts of breeze as I proceeded; occasional flakes of snow caressing my hair,
The horizon appearing just at arms lengths from my body; as if the Sun was ready to gobble me for supper,
Earthly inhabitation infinite kilometers away from my sight; with a panoramic view of the towering mountains,
The innocuous white of my skin transiting to scarlet red; as gusty winds rushed across in fury,
A fleet of twinkling stars staring down at me in pin dropp silence; preparing to shimmer in the night,
Thunderous black clouds obliterating me completely from visions of earth,
The only food being; a blend of white and colored air inundating my mouth,
The need for water not arising; in the bitter cold and freezing sheets of wind,
With me somersaulting several times on my back; viewing the sky in ecstasy walking upside down,
A feeling of reverence; feeling the divine Creator in whispering distances of my silhouette,
There was no pollution; adulteration; not even the faintest trace of civilization as I flew,
The open conglomerate of sky and space besieging me in a vice like grip,
Simply not a soul to disturb me throughout the long day; the tenacious light of the moon engulfing me in darkness,
I remembered my close affiliates; siblings; and most importantly the spell binding cadence of her voice,
As I flew still higher in the sky; on the wings of perpetual love.
 
»With every beat of my heart

 

Not even the most voluptuously sensuous of clouds; surreally wandering till eternity in fathomless cosmotic space; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most tantalizingly nubile of dewdrops; profoundly shimmering in nocturnal moonlight like the ultimate queen’s garland of exotic pearls; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most invincibly Herculean mountaintops; unflinchingly towering towards the heavens in the face of the mightiest of attack; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most royally undulating seas; timelessly blessing the pristine shores with gloriously unassailable froth; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most perennially overflowing of treasuries; from which rained solely a torrentially unstoppable cascade of mystically resplendent silver and gold; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most mellifluously rejuvenating of nightingales; perpetuating the unlimitedly dreary atmosphere with miraculously ameliorating sounds; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most boundlessly burgeoning of skies; celestially reflecting an ocean of bounteously virile crystalline blue; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most vivaciously cascading droplets of rain; metamorphosing every tawdrily sinister patch of aridness on earth into a paradise of mesmerizing beauty; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most ubiquitously silken strands of the inscrutable spider’s web; aristocratically glimmering in opulently milky moonlight; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most amazingly vivid of rainbows; filtering fresh rays of optimism and hope in the forlornly dreary sky; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most redolently proliferating of soil; the magical virility which unfathomably multiplied in lightening seconds of time; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most beautifully poignant of roses; synergistically radiating their handsomely scarlet personality to every conceivable cranny of this boundless Universe; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most triumphantly blazing of Sunshine; blistering a path of irrefutably fearless righteousness in the most bashful face of blemishing defeat; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most victoriously iridescent of moonlight; unceasingly enlightening the sordidly hedonistic fabric of the wretchedly incarcerating night; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most effulgently undefeated of blood; indefatigably diffusing the spirit of intrepidly exhilarating camaraderie; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most boundlessly unfettered of deserts; the flamingly impregnable expanse of poignant golden granules; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most tranquilly bewitching of shadows; the uncannily titillating tinge of timeless mystery that they incessantly emanated; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most fierily magnetic of breath; the endlessly insuperable cavern of seduction that it ignited in every tangible and intangible open space which it wholesomely enshrouded; had the slightest of inspiration,

Whilst with every beat of my heart; there unlimitedly triggered unconquerably sparkling fantasy in even the most obsolete dormitory of my brain; and I inevitably and inspiringly wrote an infinite lines of “Immortal Love Poetry”; till even beyond the definitions of veritably ultimate and hopelessly silencing death….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»With Great power

 

With great joy; comes the great spirit of uninhibited sharing,

With great strength; comes the great virtue of fighting the
treacherously evil,

With great height; comes the great deed of escalating traumatized
mankind to the ultimate summit,

With great speed; comes the great act of carrying the profoundly
maimed,

With great sight; comes the great perception of becoming the eyes
in perilously sinister darkness,

With great voice; comes the great feeling of speaking for the
irrevocably dumb,

With great complexion; comes the great fortitude of harbouring
the hideously distorted,

With great destiny; comes the great character to profusely
illuminate the lives of helpless orphans,

With great heart; comes the great passion of bonding immortal
souls; separated by the lecherously satanic society,

With great wealth; comes the great act of donating
philanthropically to God's suffering living kind,

With great knowledge; comes the great justice of disseminating it
sagaciously amongst brutally deprived personalities,

With great fragrance; comes the great chivalry of diffusing it to
all those corners; pathetically dwindling towards obnoxious
extinction,

With great enthusiasm; comes the great ardour to impregnate the
same; in those mourning towards clouds of desperation,

With great innocence; comes the great inspiration of
metamorphosing this manipulative planet; into an immaculate child,

With great breath; comes the great vitality to instil life in
despondently solitary entities slithering towards their graves,

With great artistry; comes the great essence of propagating
mesmerizing beauty on this globe; to people thoroughly oblivious
about chapters of mystical existence,

With great brain; comes the great idea of making the fathomless
Universe; a better place to live in,

With great fire; comes the great ability to wholesomely devour
the devil; in the swirl of Omnipotently golden flames,

And with great Power; comes the great responsibility of keeping
the Almighty Lord's planet; just the way it was; when he had
marvellously evolved and perpetually created it…


(C) COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»With the blessings of the Almighty God

 

We met on the boisterously bustling traffic streets;
casting an evanescent glimpse amidst the juggernaut of
bulky truck and traffic,

We flirted on the profusely foliated tree tops;
winking at each other to the most unprecedented of our
hearts content,

We stared unrelentingly under the creamy moon; trying
to decipher our destinies sandwiched within the
sparkling whites of our eye,

We flaunted our majestically robust skins under the
dazzling Sun; basking in the flamboyant glory of its
festoon of magnificently enchanting rays,

We fantasized to realms beyond fathomless eternity;
tossing ardently on the astronomical summit of the
gigantic mountain,

We shouted till the last breath down our lungs;
profoundly relishing the mystically enticing voice
which reverberated past boundless continents; after
clashing against the gregarious rocks,

We merrily munched through a conglomerate of
tantalizing fruit; sitting beside the rambunctiously
quacking ducks in the farm,

We bathed indefatigably in the seductively dribbling
gorgeous waterfall; profusely enjoying it every
unleashing minute; as reinvigorating pints of liquid
gushed past our skins,

We danced rhapsodically in the heart of the jungle;
gyrating exuberantly to the vivacious rustling of the
leaves; the royally spell binding tunes of the
nightingale,

We kissed in the aisles of insatiably augmenting
passion; engulfing our shivering flesh with
compassionate blankets of breath,

We chased each other through the incomprehensible
labyrinth of enigmatic tunnels; squealing like new
born infants as the blackness took a vindictive
stranglehold of the light,

We euphorically pulled our hair in the poignantly
undulating sea; inundating our limp bodies with tons
of piquantly pepped up salt,

We philandered in gay abandon on the golden stallion;
sequestering our clandestine venture to the best of
our ability from the uncouthly satanic society,

We discovered each other in the perpetually solitary
dungeons; understanding the inexplicably varied
aspects of bountiful existence,

We mischievously slapped each other on the bed covers
of grandiloquently frozen ice; instilling a frenzied
ardor in our lifelessly chilled veins,

We admired each other on the temple steps; fervently
incarcerated by the stupendously fabulous creation of
the Almighty Lord,

We slept under the island of opalescently shimmering
stars; whispering the nostalgic tales of impeccable
childhood in our intricately sensitive eardrums,

We proposed to each other at the crack of surreally
obscure dawn; so that the first rays of the flaming
morning stood an invincible testimonial to our sacred
love,

And we married in the realms of the immortally divine
heavens; with the blessings of Almighty God; ensuring
that we stayed united in threads of holy matrimony for
times beyond what life could ever foresee….




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»With the first rays of every dawn

 

With the very first crackle of every sensitively
aristocratic dawn; the very first thing that the
fathomless deserts ardently prayed for; was
blisteringly unceasing sunshine; all throughout the
tenure of the gloriously intrepid day,

With the very first rays of every ecstatically vibrant
dawn; the very first thing that the gigantic mountains
insatiably prayed for; was unflinchingly Herculean
strength; all throughout the tenure of the blissfully
harmonious day,

With the very first shimmer of every resplendently
beaming dawn; the very first thing that the boisterous
bees tirelessly prayed for; was mischievously
cavorting fields of scarlet roses; all throughout the
tenure of the symbiotically enamoring day,

With the very first unfurling of every euphorically
heartening dawn; the very first thing that the
uninhibited birds indefatigably prayed for; was
boundless playgrounds of astoundingly crystalline sky;
all throughout the tenure of the stupendously fragrant
day,

With the very first smile of every bewitchingly
magnificent dawn; the very first thing that the frosty
waters of the sea unrelentingly prayed for; was
rhapsodically myseterious undulations; all throughout
the tenure of the handsomely charismatic day,

With the very first enlightening of every marvelously
exotic dawn; the very first thing that the
compassionately moistened leaves of the forest
immutably prayed for; was enthrallingly timeless and
vivacious adventure; all throughout the tenure of the
unfathomably mesmerizing day,

With the very first sparkle of every ebulliently
innocuous dawn; the very first thing that the
impeccably wailing infant inexorably prayed for; was
divinely untainted milk of its mother; all throughout
the tenure of the fantastically panoramic day,

With the very first glimmer of every synergistically
emollient dawn; the very first thing that the
preposterously dilapidated dungeon uncontrollably
prayed for; was thunderbolts of endlessly unparalleled
light; all throughout the tenure of the celestially
immaculate day,

With the very first sprinkle of every beautifully
embellished dawn; the very first thing that the
penuriously beleaguered eyes unlimitedly prayed for;
was tantalizingly heavenly paradise; all throughout
the tenure of the eternally silken day,

With the very first blessing of every wonderfully
endowing dawn; the very first thing that the
iridescently blooming nightingale unequivocally prayed
for; was ubiquitously mollifying melody; all
throughout the tenure of the majestically ingratiating
day,

With the very first perpetuation of every holistically
Spartan dawn; the very first thing that the
murderously starved ears irrevocably prayed for; was
the voice of philanthropically egalitarian humanity;
all throughout the tenure of the jubilantly dazzling
day,

With the very first horizon of every optimistically
vibrant dawn; the very first thing that the regally
roaring lion rapaciously prayed for; was the
inimitable armor of unassailable kinsmanship; all
throughout the tenure of the splendidly eclectic day,

With the very first spawning of every magnetically
reinvigorating dawn; the very first thing that the
bourgeoisie farmer infallibly prayed for; was the
wholesome annihilation of even the most infinitesimal
of parasite in his field; all throughout the tenure of
the blessedly gregarious day,

With the very first fulmination of every sensuously
rejuvenating dawn; the very first thing that the
pristine pearl irretrievably prayed for; was the
invincibly amiable shelter of its oyster shell; all
throughout the magically destined day,

With the very first unraveling of every eloquently
placating dawn; the very first thing that the
altruistically fearless soldier unstoppably prayed
for; was veritably scintillating victory; all
throughout the tenure of the mystically exhilarating
day,

With the very first insinuation of every convivially
embracing dawn; the very first thing that the
holistically dancing fairies limitlessly prayed for;
was insuperably beautiful concord; all throughout the
tenure of the robustly redolent day,

With the very first illumination of every miraculously
ameliorating dawn; the very first thing that the
diminutively hollow nostrils quintessentially prayed
for; was a carpet of affably uninterrupted breath; all
throughout the tenure of the propitiously artistic
day,










And with the very first unveiling of every
Omnipotently revolutionizing dawn; the very first
thing that every beat of my impoverished heart
perpetually prayed for; was the heaven of immortally
unconquerable love; not only for the tenure of the
flamboyantly triumphant day; but for an infinite more
enlightening daylights; for an infinite more
brilliantly enlightening lifetimes…


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